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Twist of Fate

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«Verily, after every difficulty is ease».

«I plan, You plan, We all plan but Allah's plan is the best».
 
~**~

"Yeah, I know. I was your wife before but now I'm my husband's wife. And if you really love me as you said, you will let me go because I let you go a long time ago. If you really love someone, you will do anything or everything for his or her happiness even if it means you let go" I wrote and mouthed to my husband "let's go". 

My husband carried me out in bridal styles leaving him who was crouching on the floor crying his bleeding heart out. 

~**~
No one is perfect, we make mistakes, we break, we give up, we fail and we succeed. 

Follow Sophia through the journey of her life with every pain, twist, cry, betrayal, love, hardship, revenge, heartbreak and emotional rollercoaster.

© Adeyemi Mariam (Um_royhan)All Rights Reserved

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It Started with a Hijabi's Diary by flower_seeds_

"And they plot and plan, and ALLAH plans and ALLAH is the best of planners" (Al-Quran) "Can you tell me to whom this diary belongs?" The person gave me a bored look and I took a long breath to ease the ache in my lungs. I don't think I've ever ran this much in my life. I gave him a pleading look. "Please?! It's really important!". The person looked at me with a face void of any emotions. "Please!!" I don't think I've ever used this word for anyone except my family. I just ordered and it happened. But it didn't seem to be happening right now. I took a last glance at the person giving him a desperate look, then ran to other people. One clue, Just one!! Alteast a little hint!! I kneeled down on the road, not caring about anything and pleaded to Allah Almighty, keeping the diary close to me as it's the most precious thing in the world, the beads present in its cover poking my chest, "Please Allah! I'm sorry for all the sins I've ever done in my life. Surely, You're the most merciful. Please, find me a way to her. Let me meet her. Oh, Allah! Only You know if I don't go to her, what will happen. Please help me." I looked at the diary, its beads shining in the sunlight, and still keeping it close to my chest, I sat at the pavement looking defeated but I won't lose hope. I would not lose hope!! Then I heard heavy footsteps and then someone placed a hand on my shoulder and I turned only to feel like all the trucks of the world attacked me at once. It can't happen. No, no please no!! NOO!!! ____ It's a tale of motivation, Faith, Iman, Tawaqqul, Taqwa, mystery, twists and true love It's a tale of a diary "It all started with a Hijabi's diary! Now none of us knows how it's going to end" #1 in guiding #6 in Quran #1 in Taqwa #47 in mysteryromance #69 in Islam

•••JÚÑÔÔÑ-€-Í$H¶•••✓ by EtratEjaz1117

« Sequel of RÚẞÅRÚ - Í$H¶ » «Stand Alone Book» ~ ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ ~ "The world is all about give and take, Create your OWN°°° ~ Á¥€DÁ ~ "The world is full of fake people, The real is you, YOURSELF°°° ✨✨✨ "Calm me down" His beautiful blue eyes ranked through every inch of my body sitting calmly on his chair. His eyes were glaring in my soul like he wanted to eat me alive. His slender long fingers tapping slowly yet impatiently on the desk infront of him waiting for my answer. I don't know who made him angry again but that was the first time he asked something from me other than the work. But the question was how can i calm him down? I averted my eyes to the floor because his gaze was very intense, piercing my every core with his hardcore death glare. He stood up from his chair making his way towards me as a predator towards his prey. My breath hitched in my throat with fear engulfing me slowly. "How"? I finally dared my voice out and as usual my voice came out low and meak. He stopped a step away from me as i smelled his minty cologne in my nostrils which every time overpower my senses to think properly. "Kiss me" I snapped my head towards him as my eyes widened in response. Is he for real? ✨✨✨ For her, he was her husband, her family after the death of her parents, after the betrayal of her family but For him, She was the burden from his parents, A mere responsibility. She don't love him but still there was a spark of attraction towards him as he was her rightfully married HUSBAND. He disliked her but there was one rule in his life.What was his, Will always remain His. Doesn't matter how much he dislike her, what matters to him was, she has his name and that makes her, HIS. His WIFE. ✨ Two confused souls living in the same roof, same room yet so far. Will they ever be together? ✨ Both were like a closed book. Will they ever try to open up to eachother? Stay tuned with ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ x Á¥€DÁ! Allah Hafiz!

Tawakkul by Zia-Ul-Qamar

وَيَمْكُرُونَ وَيَمْكُرُ ٱللَّهُ ۖ وَٱللَّهُ خَيْرُ ٱلْمَـٰكِرِينَ {They plan and Allah plans and surely Allah is the best of planners} a story of faith,hardship, and love. Aaliyah, an intelligent young girl born and raised in lahore, top of her class and a person who devotes her entire life to family and faith. Sultan, a guy with many aspirations, talented and hardworking struggles to find the right career for himself. A string of fate sends him to London where he tries to settle in. What happens when the two get married and try to live their happily ever after?

My Life in Pieces✔️:#projectNigeria by sherie_fah

Do you know any other Zoeya Aliyu?. Its your wedding card and better get prepared you are getting married in two weeks!". For a moment there I went numb, deaf, lifeless as the last sentence hit me hard "You planned my wedding without my consent?. And am getting married to Aaryan?". I asked shocked. I just realized who he was!!. "At least you are lucky that I gave you the card. I've already shared it to our relatives so don't act surprised when they start asking". With that he stood up from where he sat. ******* Zoeya's father was a heartless and cruel man who decides whatever he pleases and expects everyone to abide by it. Zoeya on the other hand has been patient and abiding till her father arranged her marriage to her worst nightmare. Will it break her or make her stronger?

Forcefully Married ✅ by SanaKazi

"You should have told me before that you weren't interested in me" I yelled at my so called husband Samad. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. "Jawariyah please try to understand" Samad said but this time I won't. "From two years only I am trying to understand..... Only I am the one who's compromising... Why not you?" I questioned him. I know I was the one who was being harsh this time but that's enough. "Jawariyah.. You are not the only one who's compromising..." He yelled as his jaws clinched and he pulled me closer.. Closer to his body.. His chest... His heart.. *********************************** They both are married to each other but are totally diff: She's sweet, kind, beautiful, caring and afraid.. Afraid of anger afraid of loneliness... Scared of darkness... and most importantly she's weak! She can't stand up fo herself. He's arrogant, rude, angry, bitter, a psychopathic lover... He's all what she hated.. He's rich.. He's handsome.. If you're looking for sweet romance this is not it. Mistakes.. Misunderstandings.. Miseries.. All these three words would shatter their life.. Their love.

Guilted: Wars Against The Past (Editing) by froward

The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

Falling Short by Zanoobah

My life began in simplicity. I yearned for what any average girl would dream to become, in a world where expectations flourish, yet still being gullible to realise. Like a princess, or even possibly a narcissistic little girl who wants everything to herself, I disregarded the stories told to me during my bedtimes. That 'Beauty and the Beast' was only a figment of one's imagination. That a palace was even a torture ground to those who have absolute control over it, all its inhabitants, and all that are affected by it. The potential bestowed future had been ruined by innocent decisions of my heart, unknown to the tragedy it would inevitably render. In the end, it was my husband, whose gaze I interpreted as one of affection, who was my one and only betrayer. *** | Top Ranks | [#05 in 'Resilience' - 18/04/2023] [#06 in 'Solution' - 28/08/2024] *** Important Note: Those who are easily triggered are advised not to continue with this book. Thank you :)

Survivors Of The Lost by iamaaliyahakram

2020/05/29 #105 Sorrows #394 spiritual First I thought to tell you everything, What Iam hiding and why? But then I realized, Do you care about it? I love hard. Embarrassingly hard. All in type of hard. But I do silently. I drown the feelings in my gut until I'm heavy with 'I want you' and 'I love you' and 'I miss you'. I hold my hope in my throat. I clutch my wishes in my hands. They become moist with sweat until I no longer want them. If you could read me you would have known, I never wanted you to leave until now. It was just the situation where holding on to you was more difficult than letting you go. I loved you, I cried, I apologised, I made efforts, And Finally I lost myself.

Closer by bushra106

His words make my heart breaks into million pieces but I can't let him walk over me as always I have to speak. "Zayn your not only one who is force into this i am as well but at least i am trying to make things perfect unlike you" I shout at him who does he think he is i am not able to tolerate him any more but for my family's sake i have to I don't have any other option but I know deep down I have started falling for him but I am to fear to accept it. "Ohh huhh i don't want to make things perfect between us especially a gold digger like you. do you think i don't know your main motive so stop pretending to be innocent will you i know your true self" He always say things like this but each time its hurt more than previous. what did I do to deserve this. Am I that bad to be treated like this. But I want to know this. "What i have ever done to you that you hate me this much" I want to know why he hate me this much. I thought we are progressing but guess what I was wrong. Suddenly he start laughing it is not an happy laugh but it is that kind of laugh which make me want to just hide somewhere far from him. He make my skin crawl and sometime its make me want to hide somewhere and never come back but I can't I was loss through my feeling whatever he does my heart still find something good in him. "You ruin my life you ruin everything because of you I have done things that I don't I feel things that I shouldn't why you have to come and make everything a mess you make me mess I was perfect before you I just hate you. You disgust me" With that he leave room how someone be harsh as him i don't think I deserve this. _______________________________________________ To people forced together to spend their life together. Will they able to love.. Will Uzma love able to heal zyan wounds. Will there love bring them closer to each other... Find out.. In their journey of hate to love , jealousy and much more.

The Promises Unfulfilled✅ by brightshiner_07

"I promise you. No one will ever take your place in my heart." ××× "You didn't tell me you were engaged to her," Zameer says gritting his teeth. "Seriously man, I am not. What's with you? How many times should I convince you?" Shehzad spoke blushing, then suddenly flew up from the chair and asks with wide eyes, "Wait! Why do you care if I am engaged to her?" "Forget it. So then it means Amyrah is already engaged to someone." "Then she'll get married to him too?" Shehzad looks at Zameer worriedly. "Yeah... Shehzu, what if this marriage dosen't work?" Zameer asks grinning slightly. Then Shehzad says quietly, "Then I can marry her, right?" "What!!!?" ××× "Stop it dude!" Humaira deadpanned. "I don't know how," He murmured. "What did you say!!?" We screamed. "Why did you drive then!!?" I yelled hitting him on the head with my backpack which was a bad idea because he looked back, rubbing his head. At that moment, the four of us screached together. "Look front!!!" He quickly looked forward and mumbled, "How to stop?" ××× ~ Humor, love, friendship and promises ~ #1 in bestie as at 3/12/2020 #1 in motivational as at 27/01/2021 •••••》If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please read it on Wattpad by @brightshiner_07. Thank you :)

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It Started with a Hijabi's Diary cover

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My Life in Pieces✔️:#projectNigeria cover

Forcefully Married ✅ cover

Guilted: Wars Against The Past (Editing) cover

Falling Short cover

Survivors Of The Lost cover

The Promises Unfulfilled✅ cover

It Started with a Hijabi's Diary

"And they plot and plan, and ALLAH plans and ALLAH is the best of planners" (Al-Quran) "Can you tell me to whom this diary belongs?" The person gave me a bored look and I took a long breath to ease the ache in my lungs. I don't think I've ever ran this much in my life. I gave him a pleading look. "Please?! It's really important!". The person looked at me with a face void of any emotions. "Please!!" I don't think I've ever used this word for anyone except my family. I just ordered and it happened. But it didn't seem to be happening right now. I took a last glance at the person giving him a desperate look, then ran to other people. One clue, Just one!! Alteast a little hint!! I kneeled down on the road, not caring about anything and pleaded to Allah Almighty, keeping the diary close to me as it's the most precious thing in the world, the beads present in its cover poking my chest, "Please Allah! I'm sorry for all the sins I've ever done in my life. Surely, You're the most merciful. Please, find me a way to her. Let me meet her. Oh, Allah! Only You know if I don't go to her, what will happen. Please help me." I looked at the diary, its beads shining in the sunlight, and still keeping it close to my chest, I sat at the pavement looking defeated but I won't lose hope. I would not lose hope!! Then I heard heavy footsteps and then someone placed a hand on my shoulder and I turned only to feel like all the trucks of the world attacked me at once. It can't happen. No, no please no!! NOO!!! ____ It's a tale of motivation, Faith, Iman, Tawaqqul, Taqwa, mystery, twists and true love It's a tale of a diary "It all started with a Hijabi's diary! Now none of us knows how it's going to end" #1 in guiding #6 in Quran #1 in Taqwa #47 in mysteryromance #69 in Islam